Jenna x Reader One-Shots

"That girl has trust issues" 2

A/N: Jenna x Reader

People wanted a part 2 and tbh i wanted too as well, so...

here we go

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Y/n's POV:

I'm perching on the edge of a building, trying to process what I've been told. Who she thinks she is and... and if Jenna's son is—is mine. I gotta talk to Kate. I glance around to see what street I'm on and when I stand up, I get a run up and dive off, doing a flip or two then beginning to web toward the compound.

I have to talk to Kate, did she track me? If so, she might want to get a better tracking device and at least make it difficult to hack— I mean, I guess it was helpful that I found her, especially since I found out that I might have a son. I web to the compound and when I arrive, I look around for Kate.

"Kate? You here?" I call out to her, waiting for a response.

"Y/n?" I hear Kate's voice call on me, I glance around.

"Marko?"

"Polo—!" I hear her shout behind me.

"—AH!" I exclaim, getting a fright and backing into the wall. I rest my hand over my heart and let my chest heave up and down. "Jesus, Kate, please don't ever do that again." I express to her, my voice being shaky. She laughs and nods her head, lightly.

"What's got you back so quick? Normally, you don't come back for 3-4 more days." I hear Kate dig at me, beginning to walk away from me. I sigh, walking after her.

"I know but there's something important to discuss." I state, attempting to sound serious.

"Okay, fine. I'll confess." I hear Kate say, stopping abruptly and turning to me. "Yes, I ate the last Pop Tart but you hadn't been home for days and—and it was just lying there, waiting to be eaten and—and Yelena threatened to eat it but... I couldn't help myself—"

"—What! That was the good pop tarts, Kate!" I complain, groaning and letting my shoulders sink, my knees slightly buckle as I glance behind me then look back at her.

"I— Well, maybe it's a sign you come home more often." She says, shrugging and continuing to walk away from me, I sigh, feeling defeated in not having the last pop tart.

"Right, well, whatever. I came to talk to you because I wanna know what this is." I express to her, showing her the circle device shiny thing. She turns around, eyes widen, then she begins to speed-walk. "Kate—" I trip up over a box, "Ow—! Kate Bishop, you get back here right now!" I say, webbing myself in front of her and moving in her way every single time she attempts to move around me. "Come— Kate! Just tell me the truth, is this a tracker?" I ask her, showing her. She sighs and lowers her head, slowly nodding her head.

"...Yes."

"Why'd you attach a tracker to me?" I ask her, tilting my head to the side and lowering my head a little.

"Because I worry about you!" I hear her express to me, sighing. "I worry and you leave for days, telling us nothing and coming home battered and bruised!" She expresses to me, sincerely.

"Jesus, Kate..."

"I know it sounds bad but come on, can you blame me?"

"I guess not but can you at least make it difficult to hack, Black Cat tracked me down!"

"She did?" She asks, stepping closer to me.

"Yeah! She did. And wanna know what else I found out?"

"What?" She asks, breathlessly.